Quotes from K?b? Abe

you looked back at me... With transparent nonexpression, like rays of sunlight filtering through a forest swept with the cold winds of winter.…

What a surprise attack. To imagine that you perceived that my mask was a mask and nevertheless went on pretending to be deceived.

just as, in the dark, one sees only darkness whether one keeps his eyes open or shut, looks right or left.

No matter how much television dramas go on singing the cloying praises of the family, it is the outside world, full of enemies and lechers, that passes on a man's worth, pays his wages, and guarantees him the right to live.

In actual fact I did not perform a single real act but simply went round in circles writing these notes.

I wanted to get close to you, and at the same time to stay away from you. I wanted to know you, and at the same time I resisted that knowing. I wanted to look at you and at the same time felt ashamed to look. My state of suspension was such that the crevice between us grew deeper and deeper...

Iš ties?, darbas padeda žmogui susitaikyti su b?gan?iu laiku, net kai jis slenka tuš?iai.

I was dazzled perhaps by the double aspect of the mask—was it the negation of my real face or actually a new face?—and I had been obliged to take an unavoidably circuitous road because I had forgotten the essential point that even this daze was a form of action.

as far as tomorrow is concerned, even the weather report isn't very reliable, you know.

Waiting was a bore. With work one understands one's own effort is everything, but in waiting one can't use one's own strength.

it doesn't follow that all bearded men are bullies or heroes. There's the fortuneteller's beard, the Lenin cut, or again the European aristocrat's. And then there's the Castro beard and what is apparently the latest style—the beards sported by youngsters posing as artists, but just what that is called I don't know.

If you could know what was going to happen tomorrow so easily, there wouldn't be much use for fortunetellers, would there?

Yet, it was not I who should feel ashamed. If there was anyone who should suffer, was it not rather the world that had buried me alive, that made no attempt to recognize a man's personality without the passport of the face?

When the sister said that the sea was expressionless, the brother answered that that was not true at all, that it was the best of talkers.

In any situation the right solution isn't the only one.

Ir nors kartojimasis neišvengiamas gyvenime kaip širdies plakimas, bet juk širdies plakimas - dar ne visas gyvenimas.

The result was that, far from heeding my throbbing shame, by cleverly sidestepping the real problem I inevitably involved myself deeper and deeper.

I could make nothing of the terribly vague answers I got, which I could believe or doubt as I liked.

A naked body doing something is more completely naked than a simple nude.

imagining the scene when I would confront you who were the symbol of "the others.

The former were trompe l'œil doors painted on a wall, but the mask was like a door ajar, through which the fragrance of sunlight is wafted in.

Reikia laižyti kits kitam žaizdas. Bet jei amžinai laižysi amžinai negyjan?ias žaizdas, tai ir liežuvis sudils.

Well, let's go out! Let's go into a new world, someone else's world, through someone else's face.

I must be continually alert to the mask, as one is to handling complicated machinery.